I never thought I’d say this, but I miss long books. Huge, overwhelming novels I can fling myself into, emerging from between the covers a month or so later with messy hair and wild eyes.
My hectic one-book-per-week schedule for Book to the Future means that I have to restrict myself to reading reasonably short novels. There are several books I’ve been desperate to tackle, but I’ve had to avoid for now because I know there’s no way I could manage them in just a week. I am a slow, sloooow reader.
But oh, how I long to return to the chunksters.
Continue reading “1941 – up at the villa ~ w. somerset maugham”
Falling in love can be a dangerous thing. It makes you crazy.
Whenever I fall head over heels in love with a book, I’m filled with the desire to immediately find and devour everything I can written by the same author. I turn into the literary equivalent of the Cookie Monster.
Me want BOOKS. Om nom nom!
Continue reading “1923 – kangaroo ~ d. h. lawrence”
Unless I’m sadly mistaken, it seems to me that 1918 was a bit of a quiet year for literature.
Yes, Wyndham Lewis first published Tarr in 1918, but looking at a plot synopsis didn’t exactly do much for me. Intellectual people running around being intellectual? Not this week, thankyouverymuch. After tackling James Joyce a few weeks ago, I’m all intellectualled out for a while, I’m afraid.
Continue reading “1918 – a double serving of australian classics”
I’ve got two words for you this week: James Joyce.
When I first started Book to the Future in April this year, I admitted that I’ve never read James Joyce. Yes, I managed to get through a three-year Bachelor of Arts degree (as well as an Honours year in Comparative Literature) without ever picking up a single James Joyce book. Oh, the shame…
Continue reading “1916 – portrait of the artist as a young man ~ james joyce”